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The sounds of falling screws and turning wrenches fill the air of the shop located in central Rome. Underneath a car with the shop door open, Firo works on request of a local capo to help increase his car's speed. He slides out and yells out one of his workers.

"Oy! Rowen! Get out here and bring me the other tool box! I need a saudering tool also!"

"Thanks."

Firo starts to weild the bottom of the chasey of the car after doing the upgrades.

"The body the guy had before was way too weak for these parts. Anyways, its done."

Firo slides out and takes a rag to wipe the grease and oil off his hands and face. He walks over to his desk and writes up the bill.

"Have you heard anything from the boss at the house?"

Firo walks over and takes a look at the box. He sniffs a bit then orders Rowen back.

"Explosives..."

He slowly opens up the box to reveal a poorly made explosive. He takes out a device and twists it. The device turns into the Mechanic's Third Arm, Firo's signature weapon and tool. He spins the giant wrench as it shrinks to the necessary size. He immediatly and swiftly disassembles the bomb, deffusing it. He puts all the parts in the future use box as he gets up.

"Well, Rowen, time to pay our employer a visit."

He reaches into his pocket and takes out his .50-caliber desert eagle. He loads it and sticks it into its holster and puts on his jacket.

Firo puts on his hat as well and takes out the reciept and looks at the address.

"Alright, he's at the gardens. Lets go."

Firo walks out of the shop, heading towards teh Villa Borghese Gardens.

(Two days later) Rowen is working on a motorcycle in the garage. A man opens the front, and walks up to the counter. He looks around, then rings the bell. Then he rings it again and again. Rowen had been getting up when he had first rung the bell, but now he was just ticked off. Idea can't wait for anything can he. "What's so d**n important that you have to ring the bell that many times?!" He says as he come around the corner. The man on the other side of the counter is out of breath and looks roughed up. He, not too gentley, puts a small box on the counter and a whad of money with it. "I *huff* need you to hold on to this *huff* until I can come back and get it *huff* okay? Thanks!" He turns and runs back out the door. Rowen looks at the package, which only looks big enough to hold a large golf ball, then sets it under the counter and pockets the money into his greasy apron. He then picks up a push broom and starts sweeting the the floor behind the counter.
No more than two minutes later, four guys in suits and shades walk in. One guys, the only one who looks half-way smart enough to be in charge of the bunch, strolls up to the counter and leans an elbow on it. "A friend of ours came in here earlier. He didn't happen to give you anything did he now?" The guy stares Rowen down while the others block the door. "And what if he did?" The leader pulled back his coat to show off a standard sized gun. Rowen looks at the peace and then at the guy. "Sorry, he didn't, now would you move your elbow, I need to finish cleaning the counters." The leader looks over at of the others and nods. The lacky casually walks over and stand infront of a small stand of boxes of bolts and screws. Then he lets loose and kick it over. The leader looks back at Rowen and smiles sickly. "I don't think I heard you quite right, now what was that again?" Rowen sets down the rag and reaches insdie one of hte pockets on his work apron and pulls out a box. He puts it to his hand and twists. The Mummy's Wrap swirls about his neck and down to wrap around his lower arms with the tasled ends, which have hardened up like claws, covering the back of his hands. He reaches out with the scarf and grabs a hold of the idiot infront of him, then hurls him into the other lacky who knocked over the stand. He turns to the last to and extends the scarf down his right arm into the shape of a lance. "Clean this mess up, now. And when you're done, grab your friends and leave.

After the four stooges had left (with one each carrying another) Rowen went back to working on the motorcycle in the garage.

The giant metal wrench hits Yokai on the head as Firo stands behind him.

"So what brings the mighty head of the Albero to our humble store. Come in, we'll go into the private room."

Yun leads them in and onto the car lift. He grabs the button and opens up a secret compartment. He pushes the secret button as they are lowere down into an underground passage and into a secret workshop where several people are working on box weapons.

"So, what does the boss need today?"

Rowen comes flying down, landing with a resound thud.

"Boss, it's so good to see you! We've been worried about why we hadn't heard from you or gotten any new orders lately or even any broken junk that needed fixing!" Rowen looked a little annoyed about that last part. He was a grease monkey and if he wasn't tinkering or fixing something, he just wasn't happy.

"So what's the latest news back at home Boss?"

Rowen looks over at one of the workers and a panicky look springs onto his face."What do you think you're doing you block head! You do NOT use a 3/8th's wrench when you're trying to loosen that, you always use a 1/16th crescent and a hexagonal ratchet! Now do it right and do it well."

Rowen walks back over and sighs "Sorry Boss, he's one of are new guys here and he still isn't broken in yet, so I have to keep on him to make sue he doesn't mess anything up too badly."

As he's walking back Rowen sees one of the workers stand up then turn around slowly. The worker raises his hand, which holds a screwdriver in its grip, and charges at Yokai.

Rowen pulls his gun out of his tool pouch and takes a knee, sighting in the man.

BANGBANGBANGBANG!!

He fires four consecutive shots, one into each shoulder and knee aswell.The man drops onto his face bawling like a toddler.

Rowen puts his gun away and goes over to the culprit and slams a heel into his skull to knock him out.

"Are you alright Boss? He didn't get you or throw anything did he?"